Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Move. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.